SUMMARY: Bobby and Rogue go on
a road trip to Anchorage during a summer of their college
RATING: R. It looks pretty innocent, but there's language
and one sex-type scene
ARCHIVING: List archives. Kielle, probably not a good
idea, I'm not sure how the sex-type scene is gonna play out.
If you want a copy later on, email me.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe herein are
the property of 20th Century Fox and the Marvel Entertainment
Group. This piece of fan-written fiction means no infringement
upon any legal holdings.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, so the idea of Bobby and Rogue
going on a road trip is borrowed from the comics. But consider
this a less angsty movieverse variation on a theme. Darn it.
Who else would be willing to drop everything and go on a road
trip but Bobby?
This story flashbacks a lot to the kids' life during school,
because that's also fun. And I figure they're a bunch of nerds.
I was a nerd in school. So their conversations are...more
or less what I had in school. But I swear, I'm trying to make
Rogue not like me in high school. I was louder. Oh, and I
figure "in the near future" means 2005. Hence my dates.
I've gotten a bit of feedback about my portrayal of Bobby,
and I have to plug one of my absolute favorite sites here:
un(frozen), a comics Bobby fanfiction site that continually
just rocks my little world. http://alykat.hispeed.com/unfrozen/
Get your Bobby fix there.
Major major major thanks to Molly, for putting up with
my constant discussion and copy/pasting. I swear to God, I
will get this done before we both leave our respective towns.
Late May 2008
Rogue, aka Rosemary Chase, or so it said on her college ID,
sat in her small attic room, cleaning up the debris of another
semester, tossing the loose papers into the trash and stacking
the many books scattered all over the room. She looked over
the small amount of papers she still needed to grade for the
remedial English class she taught in the classrooms below
(with more and more international students appearing, someone
had to teach them, and it got her free room and board), and
promised herself she'd get to them just as soon as she cleaned
this place up.
She managed to get the room into some sort of shape when
there was a sudden knock on the door. "Who is it?" she asked,
reaching for her long gloves and slipping them back on.
"Open the door and let me in, it's Barnacle Bill the Sailor..."
a gruff voice sing-songed.
Rogue laughed and opened the door. "Bobby!" she said happily,
pulling him into a long, but careful hug.
"Hey doll," he said, grinning. "I was in the neighborhood
and figured I'd stop by and see how my favorite power-stealer
She raised an eyebrow at him. "'In the neighborhood?'" she
asked. "Bobby, you live two hours away..."
"Exactly. Two hours -- it's a neighborhood." He leaned against
the doorframe, grinning. "So I see you survived your first
year at college."
He gestured towards the overstuffed trashcan. She smiled.
"Is this when you're gonna brag about graduatin' next year?"
"Hell, no ... do you think I want to be a CPA so soon?
Next you'll be telling me I need plaid ties ... and thick
glasses ... and ... and ... and a Volvo!" He slapped his hands
against his face in mock horror. "Oh God, not a Volvo!"
Rogue glared at him for a second, then they both burst into
laughter. After they recovered, she looked at him. "So no,
really ... why'd you drive out here?"
He shrugged. "The Prof wanted to talk to me about joining
the team after I graduate. I guess even the Mighty X-Men need
someone to do their taxes..." He looked at her thoughtfully.
"He ask you yet? Or is he waiting until you get closer to
Rogue shrugged, sitting on the bed. "We've talked about it,
but I don't know..."
"Oh c'mon! Who else is gonna stay up all night with me watching
'Ally McBeal' reruns and making morbid jokes about Callista
Flockhart? Storm would think we're mean, Cyclops would tell
us we're staying up too late, and Jean would just turn off
the TV!" He folded his arms across his chest and looked at
her. "If I join, you gotta join..."
Rogue sighed. "I know, but ... I just feel like I don't have
a choice, ya know? What else am I gonna do?" She looked up
at him. "I can't exactly go out and get a job in the normal
Bobby walked over and sat on the bed next to her. "You could
move to Iran, and convert, and cover yourself up in all that
black clothing, and then marry some rich man and kill him..."
Rogue stared at Bobby for a second, then whacked him on the
back of the head.
"Hey! I was just kidding!" He rubbed the back of his head,
then looked at her, suddenly serious. "Rogue, you have to
get out there and see what's there ... you gotta seize the
day ... or something like that before you decide..."
She shrugged again, her eyes looking across the room. "I
don't know, Bobby..." she said softly. "Seems like I've seen
enough of the world already..."
Bobby followed her gaze to the large world map hanging off
of one wall, tiny little pins marking a variety of places.
"He still on the road, huh?"
"Got two more packages since the last time you visited,"
she said, still looking at the map. "One was from Tokyo, the
other from Siberia..."
A loud voice echoed from the hallway. "MAIL CALL!" There
were the sound of someone bounding up the stairs, then a small
slightly out-of-breath young girl appeared in the doorway.
"Rogue, you got a package!" she said, floating a package behind
"Oh ... thanks," Rogue said as the package floated into the
room, landing comfortably between Bobby and Rogue. The girl
grinned, then ran down the stairs again. Rogue looked down
at the box. "And now I have one from Alaska," she said, a
slight depressed tone to her voice as she looked at the postmark.
She reached for her scissors from her desk and slowly opened
After moving around some newspaper, she found a small carved
bone figurine, shaped like a small seal. She stared at it
for a few seconds, then carefully placed it on the small bookshelf
amid the other knick-knacks she had received over the past
three years from him, with no letters, no explanation, just
newspaper and gifts. She looked at the postmark again, then
walked over to the map and pushed a pin into Anchorage, trailing
her fingers over the paper, remembering perfectly the day
she traced a line from Meridian to Anchorage.
"Bobby?" she said quietly.
"What're you doin' this summer?"
He flopped back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"Well, Dad's been making noises about me getting one of those
job-type things, and Mom keeps on wondering why I don't bring
any nice girls home..." He looked back at her. "But I figure
if I do his taxes come March and tell her that the prettiest
girl in all of Westchester County has the horrible habit of
draining people of their energy ... they'll stop bugging me."
He frowned slightly. "Why?"
"Wanna go to Alaska?"
He sat up, frowning. "Um..." He paused. "I'm probably going
to regret even asking this, but ... why?"
"Before all of this happened, I was planning on goin' there
anyway ... after graduation ... I figure it's about time I
"Mm-hmm..." Bobby watched her. "And this has nothing to do
with the fact that a certain man, who I might mention is considerably
older and possibly still quite unstable, is up there at the
moment?" He flopped back onto the bed. "You realize it'll
be damn near impossible to find him ... Alaska's a pretty
"I'll find him. I know I will..."
Bobby sighed. "Of course..." he said softly. He looked at
her. "How're we going to get there? You don't exactly have
a huge suitcase of money under your bed ... do you?" He leaned
over and looked under the bed. "What's this stack of porn
underneath? Shame on you!"
She laughed, jumping back onto the bed and whacking the top
of his head again. "You have a car, right?"
"Yeah ... if you can call Electric Barbarella a car
... I prefer to call her 'sugarplum.'"
"You have a car ... I've got some money ... cheap motels,
cheaper food ... we ought to do fine..."
He turned on his side, looking right at her. "You sure about
this?" he asked. "I mean, aside from the fact that you're
going to be in a car with the sexiest man in all of New York
and be hopelessly unable to keep your hands off of me..."
At her chuckle, he sobered up. "You're going to be out in
public after a long time ... and if we find him--"
"When. When we find him."
"Right, when..." He reached over and took her hand in his,
stroking her palm through the glove. "Are you sure he'll want
to be found?"
She looked down at their hands, and squeezed his tightly.
"We'll just have to find out, won't we?"
"Come on, Kitty...it'll be fun..."
"Since when is looking up PORN--"
"Shhh! Jeez, do you want the entire school to know
what we're doing?"
"Maybe if they did, John, I wouldn't have to do this..."
Rogue leaned over and looked at Kitty. "Oh come on ... You
can't just say 'I can break through the school's firewall'
and not show us something..."
"But porn? What on earth brought this up?"
Rogue, Bobby and John all shared a look. "Well, um..." John
said. "Sam mentioned that he had never seen a naked woman
save his little sisters and his mother."
"Bobbbbbby! I thought you weren't gonna tell anyone!" Sam
shouted. "I ... uh ... I ... Aw hell."
Kitty stared at them in disbelief, then looked back at the
computer. "This is really cruel, guys," she said as she tapped
on the keyboard. "Sam, you ought to kick the crap out of all
"If it's so cruel, why are you doing it?" Rogue grinned at
the other girl.
"'Cause I told you all I could." She tapped a few more keystrokes,
then grinned. "I'm through. Where do we want to go?"
Four pairs of eyes turned to look at Bobby. He shrugged.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Robert Drake, I so don't want
to know," she said as she typed in the URL. As the site loaded,
a variety of commentary came from the five students.
"I didn't think a girl could do that in a hayloft!"
"Wouldn't she get splinters?"
"Oh trust me, there are worse..."
"She's got a great set of ... milkcans there."
"I ain't ever seen anythin' like that in all my life..."
Bobby slapped Sam's back, grinning. "Welcome to the world
of naked chicks, Sam. They're everywhere."
"Except here..." Kitty said sarcastically. She clicked through
a few more pictures. "Bobby, these are boring. Can't
you even bother to look at interesting porn?"
"I thought that Sam'd like to see something to remind him
of home ... right, Sam?"
Sam looked up from the pictures, his face bright red. "Aw
jeez, Bobby. This doesn't seem right..." He looked back at
the monitor. "All those ladies ... I ... uh..." He leaned
in, looking closely at a picture. "Aw no ... she looks like
Paige!" He closed his eyes tightly, flushing an even deeper
shade of red at the thought of his baby sister on that awful
site. "Change it! Change it!"
Bobby snickered a bit, then looked at Kitty. "So do you
know of any 'interesting' sites?"
Kitty smiled slowly and typed in a few keystrokes. When the
site loaded, the four other people stared at the site, not
saying a word, then stared at Kitty.
"What?" she said smugly.
Sam made a small noise in the back of his throat, then walked
to the other side of the room.
John's eyes, wide with surprise and just a hint of fear,
flicked back and forth between the monitor and Kitty's smug
face. "I ... uh..."
"Yeah ... uh..." Bobby's eyes were repeating John's, and,
subconsciously, the two boys took a step back.
Rogue looked at the site, then at Kitty, then shrugged. "Gay
male S&M. Never thought you had it in you, Kitty."
It had taken them a few weeks to warm everyone up to the
idea. Cyclops was against it, continually telling them all
the things that could go wrong on a trip, and how the Brotherhood
of Mutants might still want Rogue for some sort of scheme
and, oh yes, he knew that Rogue was going to look for Logan,
and there was no way he was going to allow that, and it wasn't
until Jean took him aside and had a long conversation about
freedom and responsibility and youth that he finally agreed
Jean had been for it all along and, without her husband's
knowledge, handed Rogue a little more cash and a phone, just
in case anything went wrong. But she still made sure to sit
down with Rogue and have a talk about ideals and expectations,
and how it was very likely she'd never see him again. Rogue
nodded at the appropriate moments, Jean knew she wasn't paying
attention, and with a pat on the shoulder, Jean left her to
live her life, including getting her heart broken.
Bobby's parents spent a good hour lecturing him on responsibility
and maturity and being "another goddamned slacker," but since
Bobby neglected to mention that the friend he was going with
was a girl, they let him go, assuming that, of course, boys
will be boys, and it's good for them to go out and sow their
wild oats. With a few more tired cliches, they agreed, and
Mrs. Drake made a nice pile of sandwiches for the road.
Kitty called from MIT and yelled at Rogue for a bit, mostly
about how Bobby Drake wasn't to be trusted, and didn't she
know that already? Rogue chalked it up to that awful romance
they had right around when they were both leaving for college,
and just let Kitty rant for a bit before asking her about
her new boyfriend.
Jubilee gave them both a big thumbs-up all the way from Los
Angeles, but couldn't stop talking about how cold Alaska
was, and wouldn't they be happier visiting her?
John and Sam sent emails from their respective towns to both
Bobby and Rogue, complaining about how busy they were and
how much they wanted to go. Bobby replied to them, detailing
the great adventures they were going to have, and how it was
a damn shame that both John and Sam decided to get jobs during
the summer in an attempt to be upright citizens. A damn damn
Professor Xavier didn't say whether or not he approved or
disapproved, but simply said he would be keeping an eye on
them via Cerebro. Bobby made a joke once they left his office
about the Professor seeing them enjoying hookers and booze,
but a loud "I heard that" from the office shut Bobby up pretty
And after everything had been said and done, Electric Barbarella
was packed full of all the random stuff people thought they
needed, hugs were passed all around, and the two young people
were off, heading towards the highway. The people at the school
watched them leave, then collectively shook their heads in
"Okay, okay. Jubilee! Truth or dare!"
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Dare!"
Bobby leaned back and frowned a bit. "Okay..." He thought
for a second. "Kiss my sneaker!" He stuck his sneaker in front
of the girl.
Jubilee screwed up her face. "Oh God, Bobby, have you cleaned
these in the past five years?" She closed her eyes tightly,
then bent down to give the top of the sneaker a peck. While
everyone laughed, she wiped her mouth and glared at him. "Sam?"
she said loudly, still glaring at Bobby. "Truth or dare?"
"Um ... Gosh ... Truth?"
"Spoilsport," John muttered.
Jubilee smiled evilly. "How far have you gotten with ...
oh ... what's her name again? That girl from town?"
Sam turned bright red. "I can't tell you what Tina and I
... aw hell, I chose 'Truth.'" His blush deepened. "She let
me ... you know, touch her..." He trailed off.
"Where?" Bobby said, smiling widely. "Did you finally get
her top off?"
Sam was, by now, a shade of red previously unknown by the
small group of friends. "Yes," he said in a small voice, his
head down in embarrassment.
"Woo!" John, Bobby, and Rogue all cheered. "Go Sam!"
Sam took a deep breath, then looked at Kitty. "Kitty, truth
Kitty straightened up and looked directly at him. "Truth."
Sam's blush faded slightly, but only in that "going from
deep red to pink" phase. "Um ... er ... what do you buy from
that catalog in the brown wrapper?"
Kitty stared at him with wide eyes. "Oh my God, Sam! Have
you been going through my mail?"
"No! No, I'd never do that!" Sam looked at the girl with
fear. "Bobby told me!"
Kitty's angry gaze turned towards Bobby. "Bobby!"
"It was sitting open on your bed! Rogue saw it!"
"Bobby took it!"
"All right!" Jubilee shouted. "Kitty, what do you buy from
it? That was the question. Now answer!"
Kitty glared at the entire group. "I don't buy a thing!"
she said, lifting her chin. "I can't afford it."
Everyone sighed heavily. "Jeez..." Bobby said. "And here
I was hoping you had an entire box of kink..."
Kitty pinned Bobby with a glare. "Robert Drake, truth or
Bobby looked at Kitty and grinned widely. "Dare!" he said
Kitty smiled. "Kiss someone you have never kissed before."
She glanced at Sam and John, then smiled wider.
Bobby chuckled. "Sure thing." He stood up. "I'll be right
back," he said, then ran out of the room.
The five remaining students sat there, frowning. Finally,
Sam spoke. "You don't think he's getting one of the professors,
Kitty's eyes grew wide. "Oh no ... he wouldn't."
"Oh he would," John responded, shaking his head. "Jeez ...
he's gonna get us in so much trouble."
They heard footsteps and everyone stiffened, getting ready
to deny anything. When just Bobby appeared, grinning wildly,
they all relaxed, glaring at him.
"What?" he said, his smile wide.
"You gonna do your dare or what?" Kitty said, glaring at
"Yep." He held up a piece of saran wrap.
"What the hell is that for?" Kitty said.
"This." Bobby leaned down and put the saran wrap against
Rogue's lips. As he kissed her through the thin layer of plastic,
everyone gasped, including Rogue.
It was over as soon as it happened. Rogue stared at Bobby
in shock, unconsciously licking her lips after she pulled
the plastic away. After a few minutes of silence, she finally
spoke. "Bobby Drake?" she said softly. "What the hell
"Hey, Rogue," he said with a grin. "Truth or dare?"
"Bobby Drake, if you don't turn off that goddamned album,
I will rip it out of your stereo and drive the car over it
twenty million times."
Bobby shook his head, his fingers tapping to the beat. "Can't
let you destroy it, Rogue. If Electric Barbarella doesn't
get to hear her theme song once a day, she doesn't start.
Trust me, I lost this album for a week, and I ended up driving
Mom's Volvo. You try picking up chicks in something like that."
Rogue giggled. "Okay, once a day. But for God's sake, it's
been six hours. Can't we change it now?"
"Yeah, there're a bunch in the back. Pick one, but if you
pick something remotely depressing, I'm replacing it with
TV Hits Of The 80s. 'Cause I just know you want to
hear the theme from 'GI Joe' over and over again."
"...Weren't even alive when that stupid show was on..."
Rogue muttered as she leaned over the seats, picking out a
new album. After a few seconds, she picked one, then settled
back into her seat.
The two friends sat in comfortable silence for the better
part of the hour, listening to the slow, funky music coming
from the stereo, then Bobby said, nonchalantly, as if he had
just thought of it, "Rogue ... what're you going to do if
he doesn't want to see you?"
Rogue turned away, looking at the stretches of farmlands
and woodlands speeding past them. "I ... I don't know..."
she finally said.
Bobby nodded. "Oh-kay..." he said slowly, working out exactly
what he was going to say next. "So we're driving for almost
two weeks, spending all this money, just to get up there and
go 'Gosh, sorry, Logan. We didn't mean to interrupt your excessive
moping. We'll just be going back now.'"
Rogue still kept her eyes on the landscape, not saying a
word. Bobby sighed. "I'm just sayin', Rogue. We gotta be prepared
for whatever happens, you know?"
"What if he wants me there? What if he asks me to not come
back? Are you prepared for that, Bobby? Are you prepared
to leave me there?" She glared at him, her eyes sharp.
Bobby looked at the road, then at her, then the road again.
"Rogue ... I..." He paused. "Shit, girl..." He paused again,
trying to find the words. "I just ... I don't want to see
you get hurt."
Rogue looked at him, her eyes wide. "Oh Bobby..." she said
softly. "I..." She trailed off.
Bobby nodded, and looked at the road signs. "Hey, we're nearing
Detroit. We should stop there and find a cheap motel..."
Rogue looked at the highway and nodded slowly.
The motel was small, cheap, but surprisingly free of hookers
and junkies. Bobby tossed his bag on the small double bed,
then fell on it in a heap. "Oh dear God! My ass is numb!"
Rogue chuckled, dropping her bag on the floor and landing
on the bed next to Bobby. "Think the shower's any good?"
"It better be ... you stink."
"Oh like you don't?" She looked at him. "Paper rock scissors?"
"One. Two. Three."
Bobby chose rock. Rogue chose paper. Bobby cursed under his
breath, then fell back against the bed. "All right, all right.
Go shower. Leave me to my bed."
Rogue chuckled and grabbed supplies from her bag before walking
to the shower. "You could join me, of course..." she said
"And get myself killed while staring at your breasts? No,
thank you. Besides, I think I've discovered a new power --
the ability to stick to a bed! It'll take a team of wild horses
to pull me off!"
"I'll be sure to tell the Professor when we get back..."
came a muffled voice from behind the bathroom door.
Bobby grinned and laid back on the bed, hearing the shower
run. He stared up at the stuccoed ceiling, humming to himself
as the shower continued making soothing background noise.
He yawned, suddenly feeling really tired, his eyes closing
just a little ... a little more...
Bobby woke suddenly, adrenaline kicking in. "What? What?"
"Um ... they only have small towels here ... and I left my
clothes out there..."
He sat up, grinning a bit. "So you're naked?"
"Um..." Rogue's voice said from the doorway. "Not quite."
Bobby turned towards Rogue, then gaped, his jaw dropping.
Rogue stood there, a piece of cloth barely big enough to be
called a towel attempting to cover her body. Her body, slender
and athletic, but still having all the curves in all the right
places, was flushed and damp from the shower, her wet reddish-brown
hair falling gently against her shoulders. Bobby openly stared
for a few seconds, then looked away, surprising himself with
an actual blush.
"Stop starin' and get into the shower so I can change," Rogue
muttered, refusing to bend down to reach for her clothing.
Bobby blinked a few times, then quickly jumped off of the
bed, rushing into the bathroom. He shut the door, then opened
it again quickly, startling Rogue into almost dropping the
towel. "You did save me a towel, right?"
A well-aimed, damp towel smelling of feminine shower gel
wrapped around his head, momentarily blinding him. He laughed,
and shut the bathroom door. "What about hot water?" he yelled.
"You need a cold shower anyway!" echoed Rogue's voice from
the bedroom. Bobby laughed and got under the shower, attempting
to ignore the images of Rogue's near-naked body running through
his mind. He closed his eyes and leaned against the cool shower
tile, taking deep even breaths for a few moments. When he
was calm again, he washed up, dried, then walked back out
into the room, wearing a pair of boxers.
Rogue sat on the bed, flipping through the small amount of
channels the old TV got, and looked up when he walked in.
"So how're we doin' this?" she asked, her drawl heavy with
Bobby frowned. "Whaddya mean?" He looked at the bed, then
nodded as recognition dawned. "Oh ... yeah..."
"If we share a bed, you won't be able to control your passionate
need for love from the Mighty Bobster, and then you'll have
a hell of a mess on your hands, explaining to Xavier and Scott
how you killed me in the throes of wild carnal pass-- ow!"
he yelled as a pillow was thrown at his face.
"How about you get the floor, I'll get the bed, and tomorrow,
"If it means that tomorrow, I get the bed, deal." He grabbed
the comforter, laughing as she was pulled with it. "Come on,
Rogue, give up the bedding ... the floor is mine!"
The two friends arranged the bedding, then Rogue turned out
the lights. "Night, Bobby," she said sleepily.
"I prefer the term 'mutant.'"
"Go to sleep..." She yawned and her breathing grew regular.
Bobby grinned, lying back on the vaguely uncomfortable floor,
looking up again at the ceiling. "Good night, Rogue," he said
Early October 2005
"Kitty! He's still outside!"
Kitty wrapped her damp hair up into a towel, then peeked
out the dorm window, rolling her eyes as she saw the young
man standing out there. "Jeez..." she said, moving away. "How
long has he been there, Rogue?"
Rogue looked up from her book. "Since ... um..." She flipped
back a few pages, then several chapters. "Since I was on chapter
"What chapter are you on now?"
"25." Rogue grinned. "I don't know, Kitty, I think it's kinda
cute..." She paused. "Wish someone would do it for me," she
muttered under her breath.
Kitty sighed and flopped on her bed. "I just don't get it
... I mean, he can't be wanting a relationship, can
he? It just feels so..."
"Wrong?" Jubilee piped up.
Kitty nodded. "Incestuous, even. Fooling around is fooling
around, but hearts and flowers? No way ... Not me and Bobby
Drake. I know him too well."
Rogue chuckled. "Then why don't you go down there and tell
Kitty looked outside the window again. Bobby stood in the
driveway, looking up with a big grin on his face. At the sight
of Kitty, he smiled and held out one hand, creating an ice
sculpture of a ballerina. Kitty shook her head, smiling softly.
"I don't know..." she said in a quiet voice. "I really don't
Late June, 2008
"No fucking way, Bobby..."
"No, seriously! It's there! When Xavier introduces you to
the entire X-Men package, he'll show you what's in that room
in the attic. It's one of Xavier's former students, horribly
mutated beyond anything that can be even slightly exposed
to even the students, for fear that it'll take over their
minds and destroy the entire school."
"Then why does Xavier show it off?"
"So that if anything happens to him or the older X-Men, someone
will know that it's there and will take care of it." Bobby
glanced over at her, his expression suddenly grave. "It didn't
have a mouth ... or eyes ... or ears ... or even a nose. It
was just this flesh-colored lump ... and it spoke with its
Rogue stared at Bobby, her eyes wide. "Why does he take care
"That's just it -- he can't kill it. Aside from being against
his moral code, it's, like, totally invulnerable..." His voice
got really low. "They say it's actually Xavier's child..."
"No! You have to be lying!"
Bobby grinned, pausing while she took a drink from her soda,
waiting for the right moment. "You're right. I am."
Rogue sputtered and choked on her drink. "You lying little
brat!" She whacked him on the shoulder. "I can't believe you
made that up!"
Bobby laughed loudly. "And I got you! Oh, I got
you with that stupid story!" He kept on laughing, Rogue hitting
him with every laugh.
After a few minutes of both of them laughing, they calmed
down enough to talk. "So what do you think's really
up there?" Rogue asked.
"Jean and Scott's secret S&M dungeon of love."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew..." Rogue shuddered in mock horror.
"Yes, on a mental level, it's deeply frightening, and probably
the best form of birth control at the school, but you just
know that Scott Summers has a submissive streak a mile long
... all that leadership stuff in public..."
"Bobby, you're really starting to scare me. Seriously." She
looked back out at the road, frowning slightly. "Where the
hell are we, anyway?"
"No, really? I never would have guessed that one."
"Ooh, someone's getting antsy ... do I need to remind you
who suggested this trip? And who wanted to avoid most of Canada?"
Rogue sighed and leaned back in her seat, staring at the
vast expanses of forest surrounding them. "Yeah, yeah..."
she said with a dismissive wave. "But you're making up stories
about hideous mutants and Jean & Scott's sex life, and it's
moving from fun to potentially disturbing."
"Well, we could find a motel and crash for the night ...
maybe we'll get lucky and there'll be free porn ... like 'Debbie
Does Vancouver' or something."
"I ought to be concerned about how much I know about your
sex life, Bobby. Or your taste in pornography."
"Yeah, but you're my best friend. It's expected."
"Rogue, you're my best female friend, right? If I told you
something, you'd know what to do, right?"
Rogue frowned slightly as she typed up a paper. "I guess
I am, Bobby ... why?"
Bobby took a deep breath. "Does Kitty like me?"
Rogue took her fingers off the keyboard and stared at him.
"Does she like me? Do I have a chance to have something resembling
a long term relationship with her? I've kissed her before,
and there was that one time in her closet when we were playing
Spin the Bottle, but she's done that with a lot of people
... Sam says she's even shown him her breasts one day ...
just for the hell of it..." He took a deep breath. "But I
think I'm in love with her. And, since you talk to her, and
even sleep with her -- in the same room, I mean, I was wondering
if ... you know ... I had a chance..."
Rogue swallowed, trying to figure out what to say. "Bobby
... I ... uh..." She sighed. "She talks about it, but I don't
know how she feels. She just keeps on talking about how it's
like dating her brother and that she knows you too well..."
Bobby slumped in the nearest chair. "So she doesn't like
Rogue nibbled on her lip, thinking. "I wouldn't say that."
She sighed. "She just ... she doesn't know how to take it
... she's not used to you being ... serious ... about anything."
Bobby leaned forward, resting his head on the desk, and sighed
heavily. "No one's used to it..." he whined slightly. "Why
can't I be serious? Why won't anyone believe me?"
Rogue reached out and patted his back. "I believe you..."
she said softly.
Bobby looked up. "Really?"
Rogue nodded. "Sure. 'Cept, of course, when you're trying
to pull some stupid prank on me..."
"What about that time you told me that Sam's mutant power
was to see through everyone's clothing and that he every time
he was staring at me, he was removing my clothing in his mind?
Or how about the time that you told me that Dr. McCoy was
actually the guard dog! Or when you told me that there was
a pool on the roof! Or ... or..."
Bobby chuckled. "All right, all right. You win..." He grinned
slowly. "Hey, did I tell you about the secret room in the
Late June 2008
It was night when they reached the city limits, the headlights
of the poor, muddy car that was still loved by its owner running
over the green and white U.S. road sign reading "Anchorage."
Bobby patted Rogue's shoulder. "Rogue?" he said quietly, trying
to wake her. "Rogue, we're here."
Rogue shifted in her seat, blinking dazedly as she awoke.
"Hmmm?" She looked around. "We made it?"
Bobby nodded. "We made it." He pulled the car into a nearby
fast-food parking lot. "It took us twelve days, but we're
Rogue whooped loudly. "I can't believe we did it!" she shouted.
She grabbed Bobby, as if to kiss him, but suddenly stopped,
barely an inch from his lips. "I ... uh..." She fell back
in her seat. "Shit," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
Bobby looked around the very dirty car, then picked up a
napkin from the floor. He placed it on Rogue's lips before
leaning in, kissing her gently, open-mouthed, wetting the
napkin between them. He quickly pulled away, smiling at the
gratitude in her eyes.
"So..." he said, still smiling. "We better find ourselves
an extremely cheap motel ... since we'll be here a while,
Rogue nodded. "Right." She paused for a second, then looked
at him again. "Bobby?"
Bobby restarted the car and started driving, keeping an eye
out for a motel. "Yeah?"
"Thanks. For everything."
Bobby turned towards her, smiling. "You're welcome." He reached
out for her gloved hand, holding it as they drove into the
New Year's Day, 2006
Rogue shrieked as at least four different snowballs flew
towards her, perfectly aimed to hit her body.
"Bobby, that's not fair! You're making the snow instead of
picking it up off of the ground!"
"We are all gifted with a variety of talents, Jubilee. Mine
just happen to be -- ow! Hey, that one had ice! Kitty!" Another
snowball slapped him in the face. He turned towards the thrower.
Kitty and John looked at each other, grinned and took off
"You two are so going down!" Bobby yelled, chasing
Rogue and Jubilee watched them run off into the woods, shouting
the entire time. "Think he'll catch either of them?" Jubilee
asked as she started piling up snow.
Rogue shrugged. "Who knows?" She started helping Jubilee,
and within a few minutes, the two girls had a respectable
snowman ... or snowwoman, as it were.
Rogue looked towards the woods, frowning. "I think I'm going
to go see what they're doing..." she said. She stood up, dusting
off her pants.
Jubilee frowned. "I don't know, Rogue ... that might not
be the best idea..."
"What? Trying to tell me that John, Bobby, and Kitty are
having a hot threesome in the middle of the forest? In the
snow?" She laughed. "I know John can melt snow, and
Bobby's more or less immune to the cold, but Kitty would never
go for 'The Great Outdoors'..."
Jubilee chuckled, but then turned serious. "I just..." She
looked back out towards the woods. "Aw, you're probably right."
She grinned. "Get Bobby good for me, okay? I still owe him
for putting snow in my bed on Christmas Day."
Rogue laughed as she walked towards the woods. "Will do."
She walked through the woods, humming to herself, glancing
back and forth between the trees. A low giggle came from behind
a small snowdrift to the left of her, and she walked over,
grinning as she leaned down slightly to make a snowball.
"Hey you guys..." she said as she walked around the snowdrift.
"Jubilee said that I--" She paused.
Kitty and Bobby were wrapped up in each other's arms, obviously
interrupted in the middle of a kiss. Kitty closed her eyes,
hiding her face in Bobby's jacket as Bobby put an arm around
her protectively. "Rogue?" Bobby said. "Something up?"
Rogue shook her head dazedly. "No ... um ... nothing..."
she said quietly. "I ... uh..." She sighed. "Never mind."
She turned around and walked back towards the mansion, breaking
into a run after a few steps.
"Rogue!" Kitty's voice shouted. "Rogue, wait!"
Rogue stopped, wiping her eyes before turning around to face
her friend. "What?" she said flatly.
"What's wrong?" Kitty asked, looking at Rogue curiously.
Rogue took a deep breath, clenching her fists before speaking.
"I thought you decided Bobby wasn't 'relationship material,'"
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "I changed my mind. I am
allowed to do that, you know."
Rogue closed her eyes tightly for a second, then smoothed
her face of all emotion. "You could have mentioned this to
me, you know..."
Kitty stared at the other girl critically, then raised both
eyebrows. "Oh..." she said softly. "Oh, Rogue, I didn't know
... I'm ... I'm sorry..."
Rogue waved her hand dismissively. "Don't," she said tersely.
She turned back towards the mansion. "Just don't." She ran
back to the mansion, her eyes closed tightly to stop any tears.
Late June 2008
They found a small weekly motel on the edge of town, picking
out a room with two beds (for the first time their entire
trip) and putting enough down for two weeks. Bobby managed
to find a job at a local McDonald's (much to Rogue's amusement),
and Rogue began looking in earnest for Logan, hitting bars,
bike shops, anywhere where she could ask large shadowy men
with pasts about another large shadowy man with a past.
She occasionally got into trouble, but it was nothing that
she couldn't handle, the training of the past few years appearing
easily in any possible situation, and she was careful, never
using her powers unless she absolutely had to. Professor Xavier,
if he had been watching (and Rogue had to admit to herself
that it was possible that he had been watching, what
with Cerebro and all), would be proud.
But after two weeks, it began to feel like a study in futility.
There was no word of Logan in any of the bars, clubs, shops,
or even police stations. And when Bobby came back to the motel
one day, holding a couple of bags with the scent of fries
wafting off of him, he found Rogue sitting on the bed, her
arms around her as she stared blankly out the window.
"Rogue?" Bobby said, sitting next to her. "Rogue, what's
"I know he's here, Bobby..." she said softly. "I can
feel him. But I can't find him. And I don't know where
else to look." She looked up at him tiredly. "I don't know
what to do..."
Bobby wrapped his arm around her and just held her tightly.
"Rogue ... maybe he doesn't want to be found..."
Rogue sniffled slightly. "I know he doesn't ... but I thought
... if I came out here..." She sighed. "It's so stupid
... I shouldn't be so..." She took a deep breath. "Oh
Bobby, I don't know what's going on ... I don't know what
I'm doing out here..."
"Hey..." he said. "I know what you're doing out here. You're
here. In a motel room. In Anchorage. With me. Because we wanted
a fun adventure before we got recruited and ended up having
really exciting but painfully boring adventures. With Scott
Summers in charge." He smiled. "And even if we don't find
Logan, isn't this still better than that?"
Rogue chuckled, wiping her eyes. "Bobby, do you always do
"Manage to make anything seem better with a joke."
"It's a secret mutant power of mine. They almost thought
about nicknaming me Comedyman, but then realized it was a
She laughed, and hugged him tightly. "Thanks."
"Now," Bobby said, giving her a quick hug, then moving across
the bed. "I brought you dinner, and while I attempt to get
another day's worth of grease off in the shower, you're gonna
eat, and then we're going to go see a movie. Or go dancing.
Or anything to get us out of this damned motel. Okay?"
She smiled. "Okay."
"Great." The phone began ringing, startling them. "Now get
Rogue chuckled and picked up the receiver as Bobby walked
over to the bathroom. "Hi Jean!" she said enthusiastically.
"Hi Jean!" Bobby shouted from the doorway. He closed the
door, hearing bits and pieces of the conversation before he
turned on the shower.
"Yeah, we're fine ... No, still haven't found him ... No,
we don't know when we'll be back--"
The conversation was drowned out by the wonderful sound of
hot water streaming from a shower. Bobby removed the debris
of his wageslave job and stepped into the shower, relaxing
After scrubbing out the last of the grease, then getting
dressed, he stepped back into the main room. Rogue was sitting
by the phone, looking down at a small piece of paper. "Rogue?"
he asked. "What did Jean say?"
"I couldn't help it..." Rogue said, still staring at the
sheet of paper.
Bobby glanced at the paper, and saw an address. "Oh Rogue..."
he said, shaking his head. "You asked Jean, didn't you?"
Rogue looked up at him. "It was the only way I could think
of finding him ... They'd know exactly where he is."
Bobby cursed under his breath. "Rogue ... I..." He sighed.
"Do you want to go now?"
"I'll go. You can stay here."
"Trust me, Bobby." She smiled and reached for the keys. "I'll
Rogue moved the last of her boxes up into the small room
that was to be hers, and slowly took off her gloves, chuckling
as she saw the mortarboard cap lying on the bed. It was a
little hard to believe that she had graduated high school,
especially in a place as strange as this, but the sounds of
partying were still rising from the courtyard below as the
graduates, teachers, and even a few families celebrated.
She had stayed for a bit, but seeing the families proudly
surrounding their children slightly dampened her good mood,
especially when she saw the beaming smiles Kitty's parents
displayed upon their daughter. Xavier had attempted to reach
Rogue's parents, but after a few vicious calls, even the generally
optimistic Xavier had to admit that there was no real chance
of Rogue talking to her parents again.
But there was no reason to go over the past, especially when
there was so much to look forward to in the future. She'd
graduated high school, and although she was waiting a year
in order to see if she could possibly gain a bit more control
over her powers, she would be going to college, the local
community college, sure, but still, college. Despite
everything that had happened, Rogue was able to have something
resembling a normal life.
And that normal life included this room -- her very own room,
something she hadn't had since leaving home. Jean needed someone
to teach the international students English, and since Rogue
was staying at the mansion, it had all worked out well. She
couldn't help but giggle slightly as she remembered the first
time she was called "Miss Rogue," but the kids seemed to like
Rogue began unpacking the boxes, not too surprised that the
first box she picked was the one holding all the trinkets
Logan had sent her over the past year. She picked a single
bookcase shelf and arranged them, remembering the postmark
on each of the boxes. Niagara Falls. Toronto. London. Gheels.
Amsterdam. Several more, all perfectly set up on her bookcase,
reminding her of him, as if the dog tags cool against
her skin didn't remind her often enough.
She spent most of the afternoon unpacking, occasionally interrupted
by the shouts of friends from the courtyard, laughing when
she stuck her head out of the window to see what was going
on, and when the party slowly disbanded, parents returning
to their hotel rooms and students either going into town or
leaving with their parents, Rogue finished unpacking the last
of her clothing, storing it carefully in the small wardrobe
in the corner. She stretched, rubbing her back slightly, then
looked around the room with a smile.
"All mine," she said to herself. "It's all mine."
"Yeah..." a haggard voice said from behind her.
Rogue turned around, startled. Bobby stood there, his eyes
red and looking like he was about to collapse. "Bobby! What
He shrugged. "Can I come in? I need to talk to someone..."
Rogue pulled back on her gloves and gestured at her bed.
When he sat down, his shoulders slumped, she sat down next
to him. "What happened? Was it your parents?"
He shook his head. "I ... uh..." He took a deep breath. "Kitty
"Oh no..." Rogue wrapped an arm around her best friend.
"It sounded all right when she was talking about it. 'We're
going in different directions ... I'm going to MIT, you're
going back to New York...' but then, when she left, I ...
I realized that she never took me seriously..." He coughed
slightly, wiping his eyes. "I was just a big joke to her.
A fucking..." His voice broke off. "A fucking high school
"Oh Bobby..." Rogue said, patting his back tenderly as she
held him. He rested his head against her shoulder, and she
could feel the tears soaking her shirt.
"I just don't understand, Rogue ... how could she lead me
on like this? How could she..." He coughed again. "How could
she do this to me? I would've given her anything ... I would've
"I don't know, Bobby..." Rogue said, her voice soothing.
"I don't know..."
Late June 2008
Rogue found the small bungalow easily, spotting Scott's motorcycle,
looking a little worse for wear than she had expected, sitting
out in front. The house was old and abused, but still livable,
and certainly much better than the camper she had first met
Rogue sat there for a few minutes, her hands clenching the
steering wheel, watching the house for any signs of life.
When the lights went on inside, she took a deep breath, closed
her eyes, and reached behind her neck, undoing the clasp of
the dog tags. She opened the car door and stepped outside,
her stomach swirling.
She walked up to the front door and knocked, twice, calmly.
She swallowed, trying to keep calm, her heart racing as the
door slowly opened.
He stood in front of her, shirtless, looking exactly the
same as he did three years ago when he walked out of her life.
His eyes widened as he saw her, his mouth opening slightly.
Rogue swallowed again. "I figured if you weren't coming back,
I'd find you and give you these..." she said, her voice quavering
only slightly. She picked up one of his hands, and placed
the dog tags on his palm.
Logan looked down at the tags in his hand, then looked up
at the girl resignedly. "Kid," he said, his voice low. "Get
back in your car, drive back to New York, and forget you ever
came here." He stepped back into the house, and closed the
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, remember how
I said there would be one sex scene in this fic? This is it.
It's not really a sex scene, but there's enough there
that people easily disturbed by people actually enjoying themselves
should look away. And it's a separate section, so you could
actually ignore it (or not archive it) and it wouldn't ruin
the story. It's a nice piece of the story, but it isn't deeply
necessary to the plot. (well, none of this story is deeply
necessary to any plot...it's a pretty plotless story, but
I'm digressing...) And this isn't Logan/Rogue here. I'm getting
to the damn Logan/Rogue. Keep your pants on. After all, Bobby
and Rogue manage... ;)
Bobby walked through the mansion, whistling to himself. The
laughter and conversation still echoed from the courtyard;
the party continuing even after the bride and groom had driven
off, on their way to their much deserved long honeymoon.
Bobby had spent most of the day with his friends, catching
up with everyone, even Kitty, who was amicable, but after
a few hours she was giving him a run for his money in the
"ice" department. He walked towards the front balcony, planning
to sit and look over the front lawn. When he opened the French
doors, he stepped back slightly in surprise.
Rogue stood on the balcony, looking up at the moon. The moonlight
edged her body with silver, highlighting the streak in her
hair, painting her pale green dress and matching scarf with
an iridescent shimmer. Bobby stared at her for a few minutes,
just taking in the image, then spoke. "Rogue?" he said quietly.
Rogue turned towards him quickly, wavering slightly. "Bobby!"
she said cheerfully. "How're you?"
Bobby raised an eyebrow, then looked down at the small table
beside her, several bottles of champagne scattered on it.
"Are you drunk?" he asked.
Rogue giggled. "Yep." She picked up one of the half-full
bottles and took a long swig from it. "Logan's not here to
celebrate Jean gettin' married and I ... I figured that if
he wasn't gonna get drunk, I'd do it for 'im..." She leaned
against the balcony railing, wobbling a little. "He ... he
really cared for her, y'know? I could see it so clearly in
my head ... after he ... touched me ... and, today, it alllllllllll
came back..." She slid down against the railing, landing on
the concrete floor with a thump. "Just like it was yesterday..."
Bobby sighed. "Come on, Rogue, let's get you to bed..." He
crouched down, wrapping one of her silk-gloved arms around
his shoulders and wrapping an arm around his waist. He lifted
her up slowly, and stumble-walked her to the doors.
"I'm not really that drunk..." she said, her voice quiet.
"I've done a lot of drinking before ... I can hold my liquor..."
Bobby chuckled. "You or Logan?"
She paused for a second. "Um ... damn..." She stumbled a
bit more, then swore under her breath. "My feet hurt," she
Bobby nodded. "I'll take you upstairs and give you a foot
Rogue grinned. "Yeaaah ... okay..."
They stumbled up to Rogue's small room, and she crashed on
the bed, her dress floating slowly onto the bed to join her.
Bobby sat at the end of the bed, and she propped her feet
in his lap. "Gonna massage my feet now?"
Bobby shook his head, chuckling. "All right, all right..."
He undid her heeled slippers and slid them off, keeping her
white pantyhose on. He wrapped his hands around one foot,
and began to massage.
"Mmmmmmm..." Rogue said, stretching nicely. "That's nice..."
She giggled slightly, then lifted her head slightly to look
at her best friend. "Bobby?"
"Mm-hmm?" he said, looking at her feet as he rubbed them.
"Why didn't you and I ever date?"
"Because if I touched your skin for a long period of time,
you'd kill me."
"Oh yeah..." She paused for a second. "But you're touching
"You're wearing pantyhose. I'm not touching your skin."
"Oh yeaaah..." she mumbled slightly as he reached a particular
spot in her foot, then giggled. "If ... you know ... I had
a full suit made out of pantyhose ... then you could touch
me all over ... and then we could date ... right?"
"Um ... well ... we could..." Bobby frowned slightly. "But
would you want to?"
Rogue shook her head. "No ... 'cause you have horrible luck
"Gee, thanks," Bobby said sarcastically.
Rogue made a vague hand gesture, something akin to a slap,
but from a distance. "And I like you as a friend ... 'cause
you're funny ... and smart ... and it's good to talk to you
about stupid things..." She sighed, flopping back on the bed.
"I just ... I wish I could have someone touch me. Beside myself
... 'cause I like touching myself, but I wanna see what other
people would do..." She suddenly realized what she was saying,
and blushed. "Oh no..." she said softly. "Did I say that?
Because I didn't mean to say that..."
Bobby bit his lower lip, his expression deathly serious.
"Rogue?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Do you trust me?"
Rogue giggled softly. "Of course I do, silly..."
Bobby shook his head. "No, I mean it. Do you really
trust me?" His hand slid across her foot, stroking her ankle.
"Do you trust me to..." He paused. "Do you trust me enough
to not touch you and yet..." He searched for the words.
Rogue frowned slightly, then blushed as she felt his hand
slip under her dress and stroke her calf. "Bobby ... I..."
she said, her voice clear and suddenly sober. She propped
herself up on her elbows, looking at him with wide eyes. "I..."
"If you don't want to, it's okay ... I understand." Bobby's
hand's was gentle on her calf, sliding over the sheer nylon
fabric, almost as if the fabric wasn't there. Rogue closed
her eyes for a second, committing the sensation to memory,
trying to savor every single possible moment, then opened
them slowly, looking into Bobby's eyes. "I trust you," she
said, her voice soft.
Bobby's mouth opened slightly in surprise, then broke into
a huge grin. "Really?"
Rogue shifted on her bed, sitting up and resting her back
against the headboard, her legs sliding around Bobby's body,
effectively pinning him. "Mm-hmm..." she mumbled, giggling
a little as his hands touched both of her legs, tickling the
sensitive spots under her knees.
One hand moved out from underneath and stroked the soft silk
of her dress, Bobby whispering as he touched her. "You're
so gorgeous, Rogue ... you always have been ... and today,
you're just ... more gorgeous..." His hand whispered against
the silk, reaching up to the hollow between her breasts, resting
there for a second. "Wrapped in yards of silver-green silk,
looking like the moon itself had created you..." He leaned
forward, pulling the thin nylon scarf from around her neck,
lying it against her skin, then bending his head to leave
butterfly kisses up and down her collarbone, lips pressing
against the thin silk as one hand trailed down to cup her
breast and the other slid up her thigh.
Rogue's head fell back on her shoulders, her eyes closed,
whimpering faintly as she nibbled on her bottom lip. She ran
her hands through Bobby's hair, enjoying the faint rustlings
of silk against the short hair. Bobby lifted his head, looking
into Rogue's eyes as his hand moved higher and higher up her
thigh. "Do you want this?" he whispered.
She opened her eyes, looking at him levelly. "Bobby..." she
said a bit exasperatedly.
He grinned. "I was just checking..." He lifted the scarf,
dancing it across her neck before floating it across her face,
pressing it down against her lips with his own lips, kissing
her slowly, sweetly, as his hand slid between her legs, rubbing
her through the layers of pantyhose and panties.
She moaned, opening her mouth as Bobby kissed her again.
The scarf tasted of chemicals, but the dampness of the kiss
soaked the thin synthetic material, and she tasted Bobby,
a mixture of sugar and champagne, slightly cool lips pressed
against her as his hand slowly thrust against her. Her hands
slid over his body, slipping between his slacks and his shirt,
running the silk gloves across the small of his back.
Bobby shivered, his hand moving faster against her body as
he dipped his head, running his mouth over her bodice, leaving
wet marks across the silk. "Come on..." he whispered, resting
his head between her breasts. "Please..."
Rogue groaned, Bobby slipping a scarf-covered hand over her
mouth. She kissed his hand, her own hands gripping his shoulders,
her feet sliding against his back. Her eyes widened in surprise
for a split second, amazed at the sensations he was causing,
then squeezed shut tightly as her back arched, moaning loudly
underneath his hand with every thrust of her hips.
She slumped back against the headboard languidly as Bobby
removed his hands, watching her closely, but smiling the entire
time. "How was it?" he asked softly.
"Oh..." Rogue waved her hand, trying to find the words, but
failing miserably. "Nice..." she finally said in a sleepy
voice. Her eyes slowly closed. "Very nice..."
Bobby chuckled. "Thank you," he said, moving off of the bed.
Rogue's eyes opened slightly. "Bobby, you...?" She vaguely
pointed at the bed.
"I think a few people would kill me if they caught me in
your bed ... yourself included, if you weren't careful." He
stretched out on the floor. "This is nice enough. And not
"Yeah..." Rogue said sleepily. She slid down on the bed,
curling up on top of the blankets. "Bobby?" she said in a
Bobby grinned. "Don't mention it."
Late June, 2008
Logan opened his front door slowly, squinting at the morning
sunlight streaming in. He stared at the boy standing in the
doorway. "Yeah?" he growled.
The boy swallowed. "You don't know me..." Logan began to
close the door. "But I came up here with Rogue," the boy said
quickly. Logan paused, and the boy continued. "I'm a friend
of hers. And you and I need to talk."
Logan cocked an eyebrow slightly as he frowned. "Really?"
he said dryly.
"Yeah." The boy swallowed again. "And maybe this is a bad
idea, but I've just spent the entire night listening to Rogue
cry about you, and I figured that talking to you would be
better than attempting to hit you." He paused. "So are you
gonna let me in or do we get to talk in the doorway?"
Logan muttered something under his breath, then stepped aside.
The boy walked in, glancing quickly at the sparse room, then
straightened as Logan closed the door, looking directly at
the older man. Logan matched the boy's confrontational gaze
with a slightly sardonic one until he looked away.
Logan smirked and walked towards the armchair in the corner,
gesturing slightly at the small couch opposite it. "So," he
said, sitting down. "She didn't listen to me, huh?" He shook
The boy sat on the couch, straightening at Logan's words.
"Did you expect her to?" he asked in a low voice.
Logan raised his eyebrow. "No, not really." He looked at
the boy. "You were her friend at Xavier's, weren't you?"
The boy nodded. "I'm Bobby."
Logan nodded. "And I suppose you just took her on this little
... road trip out of the kindness of your heart, right?" He
shook his head again. "You can't be expecting to get into
Bobby flushed, glaring at Logan. "I'm not ... We're not..."
He took a deep breath. "She's my best friend--"
"And you just wanted for her to realize that keeping a torch
for this older man was a bad idea and she'd start looking
at boys her own age ... especially the one who was there to
hold her while she cried."
Bobby's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, that's pretty much it," he
said in a clipped tone. "Except that I was expecting her to
realize that you weren't worth the effort she put into finding
you and that she deserved a hell of a lot better than an old
embittered headcase who'd rather take off without resolving
anything than protecting the girl he was supposed to take
"And you're just so much better than I am, is that it?"
Bobby shook his head. "No." He paused. "I just know she's
better than both of us."
Logan frowned, looking down at the carpet for a few minutes
before responding. "Why did you come here?" he asked, looking
up at the younger man.
Bobby sighed. "Because despite everything that I said, and
believe me, I said plenty last night, she still..." He shook
his head. "She still wants you."
Logan straightened, frowning even deeper. Bobby chuckled
harshly and continued. "Yeah. After I spent hours drying her
tears and fighting with her about this, she still wants to
be with you. And she isn't leaving."
"She can't do that." Logan leaned forward, looking directly
at Bobby. "You put her into the car and you take her back
to New York. I don't care what you have to do to make her
go, but you do it. She can't stay here. I'm not--"
"You're not what?" Bobby said in a low, furious voice. "If
you tell me you're not in love with her, I don't care about
your metal skeleton or your healing power or whatever the
fuck else you have, I will still hit you."
Logan tilted his head slightly, studying the younger man.
"You love her," he finally stated, refusing to make it a question.
Bobby lifted up his head, his eyes glittering with anger.
"Don't you?" He stared at Logan, daring him to say otherwise.
Logan looked back down at the ground. "All the more reason
for her to go," he said softly.
Bobby groaned, his head falling back against the back of
the couch. "You selfish bastard..." He lifted his head,
looking at Logan, who still looked at him critically. "You
have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
Logan tensed. "And I suppose you do?" he said dryly.
Bobby closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I don't get it,"
he said quietly. "I don't get it at all." He looked at Logan
again. "After everything we've been through, she still wants
you. And you're just throwing that away." His head was still
shaking in disbelief. "Why? How can you?"
"You don't understand," Logan said succinctly.
Bobby laughed. "Oh no, please, tell me," he said bitterly.
"Tell me how you can ignore what you have. Tell me how--"
His voice broke for a second. "Tell me how you can just walk
away from her. I can make her come..." Logan looked
up sharply, barely restraining the urge to lunge, but Bobby
ignored him. "But you ... you got to touch her. You
got to do something I'll never be able to do, and despite
whatever I may do for her, it'll never be enough."
He stared at the older man. "Tell me how you can know that
and still tell me she has to go."
Logan closed his eyes, trying to find something -- anything
-- to say. "I..." He paused. "I have to."
Bobby looked at the man, disbelieving. "Jesus," he said under
his breath. He stood. "Well then, this was entirely pointless.
I better get back to the motel and pack." He walked towards
the door and opened it.
"Wait." Logan's voice was gruff. Bobby paused in the doorway.
"Don't hurt her," Logan finally said.
Bobby turned around. "Don't worry," he said, his voice sliding
into a nasty tone. "You've done enough for both of us." He
slammed the door behind him.
Late June, 2008 -- the next day
Rogue zipped up the small duffel bag and put it on top of
the bed. She sat down next to it, staring at it blankly.
"Rogue, where's that stack of on-the-road comic books?" Bobby
looked up from behind his bed, then frowned when he saw Rogue
staring at the bag. "Rogue...?"
She looked up, startled. "Oh..." she said softly. "Sorry..."
Bobby frowned a little, but decided not to make a comment.
"Did you call the house yet to tell them we were coming back?"
Rogue blushed slightly. "I forgot..." She reached towards
the phone. "I'll do that now."
As she picked up the receiver, there was a knock on the door.
The two young people looked at each other in surprise, then
Bobby stood up. "Probably the manager..." He opened the door,
and took a step back in surprise. "Good morning," he finally
said. "I suppose you're here to talk to Rogue."
Rogue leaned over, trying to see who was at the door, then
gasped when she heard a familiar voice. "If I could," Logan
said, stepping in. He looked over at Rogue. "Hey, kid."
Rogue swallowed dryly. "Hey..." she managed to say, trying
to sound neutral.
Bobby watched Rogue for a few seconds. "I'm going to go pick
up some on-the-road snacks..." he said, then turned to Logan.
"If you hurt her..." he growled under his breath, just low
enough for only Logan's hearing to pick up.
Logan nodded and as the boy left, shut the door. He turned
to Rogue. "You leavin' again?"
Rogue stood up, looking at the older man with narrowed eyes.
"Well, I know where I'm not wanted..." she said in a low --
verging on harsh -- tone.
Logan looked down at the ground, nodding slightly. "I..."
He looked at the girl in front of him. "I don't want you to
go," he finally said. "But I can't have you here."
"Why?" she asked sharply. "Why can't I be here with you?"
A sudden look of fear flashed in her eyes. "Is it something
dangerous? Is something happening?"
Logan raised his hands, trying to calm her down. "No, no,
nothing like that." He looked around, then sat down on the
bed opposite Rogue. "It's that..." He searched for the words.
"Look, kid, there are a lot of things between us that aren't
easy to explain. You got into my head and I got into yours
and both of us ... well..."
"We both have a lot goin' on in there..." Rogue nodded.
"That's why I..."
"I know. But, right now, I think we both need some more time..."
He patted the space on the bed next to him, and she sat down,
her eyes wide and serious. "You've changed from when I first
met you, Marie," he said, his voice low. "And, in a few years,
you'll be a gorgeous, incredible woman. And when that happens,
I'll still be the way I am, and then, if you want, I'll come
She reached out with her gloved hand, wrapping her delicate
hand around his. "I want to be with you now..." she said softly.
"But if you'll come back..."
Logan nodded, then reached into his jacket pocket. "I have
to come back," he said, opening her hand and placing his dogtags
in her palm. "I'll come back for these..." He looked at her,
his eyes catching hers. "And for you." He leaned forward,
placing his lips gently against hers, a seconds-long soft
kiss. She gasped, feeling the slightest tug of energy as he
broke away, pale, but otherwise unscathed.
She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks, but opened
them when he lifted her chin, feeling the scratchy wool of
her scarf on her skin. "Marie..." he said softly. "I'll come
She nodded, her eyes blurring with tears as she smiled sadly.
They stood, and Logan wrapped his arms around her, crushing
her tightly against him in a strong hug. They stayed like
that for a few seconds, Rogue comforted by the feeling of
him holding her, until, suddenly, there was a knock on the
"Rogue?" Bobby's voice said from behind the door. "The car's
all ready to go if you are..."
Rogue pulled away from Logan, smiling sheepishly. "I ...
I guess I better go..."
Logan nodded. "Yeah..." He looked towards the door. "He's
a good kid, Marie. Cares about you a lot."
Rogue nodded. "I know..." She lifted up the dogtags and placed
them around her neck, tucking them under her shirt. "Goodbye,
Rogue smiled again, picked up her bag, and walked out the
Bobby leaned against the hood of the car, watching Rogue
walk out of the motel room with narrowed eyes, looking for
any sign of trouble. She wiped her eyes slightly, then set
the duffel bag in the back of the car. "You ready?" she asked.
Rogue looked back at the motel room, then nodded. "Yeah..."
Bobby opened up the passenger side door. "After you, my lady..."
Rogue giggled, sounding like her former self, then got into
the car. Bobby refrained admirably from sliding over the hood
a la "Dukes Of Hazzard," and simply walked over to the driver's
side. Once inside, he looked at Rogue. "Are you going to be
okay?" he finally asked, concerned.
Rogue nodded, her hand coming up to touch the dogtags slowly
warming against her skin. "He'll come back, Bobby ... I know
he will..." She turned towards her best friend, smiling. "Hey..."
she said, an idea forming in her head. "Ever been to Los Angeles?"
Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Nope."
"Think Jubilee will let us crash on her floor for a few days?
I've always wanted to go to Disneyland."
Bobby grinned. "If she won't, we'll do it anyway." He started
the car. "California here we come..." he sang, off-key as
"Bobby Drake, if you don't shut up, I'm gonna start singing
"Yeah, yeah, you try and stop me..."
The car sped off towards the south, the two friends laughing
the entire way.
THANK YOUS: Oh heavens, I can't
believe I finished this. Or wrote this. So, first off, I need
to thank everyone who has feedbacked me on this puppy.
I was terribly nervous about writing this -- Bobby's such
an unrealized character in the movie, and the whole road trip
thing felt like a bad idea and jeez, what the hell was I doing
anyway? But all the feedback made me write this puppy and
I thank you for it.
Major major MAJOR thanks to Molly. Who not only sat there
and listened to me bitch about this fic, but kept on poking
me with that ficcin' stick of hers. And shared many a bitch
session over packing. Honey, look! I finished before we left!
And thanks to (un)frozen (or is it un(frozen)? Darn parentheses!),
which is at http://alykat.hispeed.com/unfrozen/
for giving me lots and lots of high-quality Bobby fic. That's
where I got my concept of the boy, and I can't recommend it
enough. Not even if I copy pasted "This site rocks!" twenty
Thanks to Soundjam for making an mp3 player where I can play
mopey music and write fic. Lots of Bowie and lots of other
And thanks to Sampoerna for making clove cigarettes. Don't
smoke -- it's bad. Trust me.
Thanks. To everyone.
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